He Has a Dragon

Once Daoxin has a flaw, then in the process of breaking through the bottleneck outside monster invasion, the mind is easily lost, resulting in a failed end of promotion to a higher level.

At first, the mind is traumatized, and it takes a long time to rest and rest, and at the other, it falls from the original state of cultivation, and even becomes a wasteful person. More serious people die and die completely.

Wang Le already knew this from his grandparents and Qingyangzi's predecessors, so he didn't need to explain by Huang Fatzi and Zheng Ge.

However, Wang Le disagrees with Huang Fatty's statement.

Because according to his few contacts in Sijiu City and Hanyushui, he found that the opponent's momentum was restrained, and he did not give up. He raised his hands and raised his feet, and contained a terrifying terrorist force.

To be more precise, Wang Le even feels that even Qingyangzi can't compare with the cold water even if he has already stepped into the heavens with one foot.

If you want to be specific, Wang Le can't say anything substantial, because everything is his own intuition.

That's right, it's intuition.

And Wang Le always believed in his intuition.

Because never miss out.

Wang Le believes that his instincts on the cold water will certainly not go wrong.

Of course, even though Wang Le did not agree with Huang Fatty's point of view, he did not openly refute it.

At this time, I saw Huang Fat looking at Wang Le, sighing deeply, and with a trace of regret: "Nanhua Guan has a genius like Han Xishui and Brother Wang, it can be said that it is a great blessing, but for you It is a great misfortune! "

Zheng Ge nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, it is because Nanhua Guanguan doesn't have the foundation of the Holy Sword Hall, and missed the cold water of his life."

After a pause, Zheng Ge said very seriously to Wang Le: "Brother Wang, although you join Nanhua Guan, the future martial art path is still unlimited and will exceed most of the peers, but it is only that is it."

Wang Le smiled silently, and did not openly agree, or refute.

When Zheng Ge saw this, he continued, "If you join the top forces such as the Permanent Elders of the Alliance Presbyterian Church, such as the Holy Knife Temple. Then you can rely on its strong heritage to help you reach the peak of martial arts!"

"By that time, Brother Wang, you can even go hand in hand with those legendary figures who have carried the history of martial arts!"

The fat man on the side nodded again and again and said, "Yes, the little Nanhua conception is too ruthless, and it's Wang Wang."

Zheng Ge was about to make a long sigh of regret, and Wang Le said calmly, and said calmly and calmly, "Southern China, good."

Without waiting for the two to speak, Wang Le said, "Because there are my loved ones there."

"Eh!" Huang Fatty and Zheng Ge were silent for a while, but the disapproval on their faces betrayed their inner thoughts.

Wang Le smiled silently without explanation, because Huang Fat and Zheng Ge will never understand Wang Le's longing for and affection for family.

Therefore, it is useless to talk too much, and Wang Le does not even have to explain his ideas and ideas to outsiders.

Besides, if you really want to abandon the small Nanhuaguan Temple, you have to be cheeky to join the Guixu Temple, and Qingyangzi will finally agree.

After all, his martial arts talent of Wang Le was placed there, and no one could turn a blind eye, and Qingyangzi was no exception.

Immediately, Zheng Ge sighed and looked at Wang Le with a sincere face, saying, "Brother, the way of martial arts, one step behind, one step behind, I hope I will not leave regrets for this."

At this time, Wang Le smiled slightly, looked at Zheng Ge and Huang Fat, and suddenly said without a thought: "Wang is from the red world."

"Eh!" Huang Fat and Zheng Ge first met each other. They didn't understand the meaning of Wang Le.

But soon, the two came back to Weier and glanced at each other, showing inexplicable complexities on their faces.

After Wang Le saw the two of them understood, he said with a lip of his mouth: "Since Wang can accomplish the martial arts practice today without the practice resources, he can still do so in the future."

After a pause, Wang Le shrugged his shoulders and continued to say: "For me, those so-called cultivation resources are just icing on the cake, not a necessary factor to achieve the peak of martial arts."

"Like, for example, you took related elixir to improve the speed of cultivation. Oh, Wang has never taken any elixir, and the speed of cultivation has never slowed down."

Having said that, Wang Le looked at the two with a brow and continued, "Although I am still unfamiliar with the practice of martial arts, but I also know that it is a three-drug poison, then you think that you have the root of martial arts. Are the roots of martial arts that have not been taken with elixir strong? "

"Eh!" Huang Fatzi and Zheng Ge were speechless, because Wang Le's words were true, and there was no reason to refute.

Immediately, Wang Le spread his hands, his face full of disdain, and said, "Yong Zai Martial arts history book? Little Master can't take a little interest in this."

The fat faces of Huang Fatzi and Zheng Ge suddenly appeared unexpectedly.

Because in their view, who wants to take the martial arts road, who doesn't want to set foot on the peak of martial arts, leaving the history of martial arts to be admired by future generations?

Regarding the doubts on their faces, Wang Le smiled indifferently: "The enlightenment teacher below, his old man likes a poem the most, and he chants it several times."

The world is coming out of my generation, one after the other.

In Huang Tubaye's joke, life was drunk.

The sword straddles the ghost rain, and the bone-like bird flies.

The earth is like a wave of people, just a few people sigh back.

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After Wang Le finished reading, he stood up from the bonfire, glanced at the eyes without moving, immersed in Huang Pozi and Zheng Ge in this poem, then bypassed the two, carrying his hands behind his back ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Stepped to the side of the stream and stopped.

After a while, after the two returned to God, they rose up and walked to the left and right sides of Wang Le. Zheng Ge murmured: "The world is like a tide, like water, just sighing a few people back in the rivers and lakes, Zheng thought of falling tonight. Those of my genius. "

After a pause, Zheng Ge's face became a bit dull, and he said quietly, "How many people will be able to go back alive after this boundary experience?"

Wang Le glanced at Zheng Ge, who was standing on the left, and smiled softly: "Brother Zheng, as long as he can live, he will win but there are countless people on earth."

"Eh!" Zheng Ge rolled his eyes a little silently, and replied: "Brother Wang, when Jin Fengyulu met, they won, but the countless words on earth have been ruined by you-they look like four."

"Hahaha ..." The fat Huang Huang, who was sad at the side, couldn't help laughing out loud, and immediately caught the attention of members of the nearby trial team, wondering what the nerves of these three guys were in the middle of the night. What a pleasure.

"Three silly-forcing!"

The crowd scolded silently in their hearts.